Seeing

With shut eyes, he glimpsed
another space where hope and
truth lay untrampled.

Shrewsbury patterns

Lost words refound

A random dandy,
tripping the streets,
pose daudling
being a fopdoodle.

Forest of sails

Crossing the line

The Greenwood

New leaves in sunlight
cast lime light across the glade -
zebra stripes in greens.

The Ark

Loved places are sold,
so 'home' moves to memory -
boats slip their moorings.

The Lord Nelson

Hung

We've hung around - lots -
Hung washing, men, ham, but now
We've hung parliament.

A May verge